I'm an amateur science enthusiast. I'm not even a professional enthusiast. I don't know anything; I never even passed biology in high school. But I read the science section of the newspaper.

Every time I get through the work on a book of nonfiction, I say I'll never do it again; it takes so much out of you.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.

I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

We've lost that very simple transaction that's so pure, where a reader can say, "I support what you're doing, here's my dollar. I know that you guys are gonna be watchdogs or keep the government accountable, so here's my 50-cent contribution each day." It's just so tidy, and I think so inspiring.

At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do.